It's out t(here), I know.
But as individuals, we all have our
own ways of coping. Believe it or not, the human psyche needs an outlet of this
sort... real or ‘imaginary’. We all (well, perhaps a number of us) want to
believe we constantly have an audience, especially in our triumphs. It's hard
when you can't open up and share your thoughts even to just a few because
they're "out-of-reach" at the moment. The need to express, or to talk
to somebody, is a continuing desire. That's one of the reasons why social media
was invented in the first place. But this (blog) is not that kind of platform.
As I've said before, this right
here... is "semi-private". No other names, except maybe mine. I don't
even know for sure if I have actual
readers. Or if I do, they may not even know me at all. I've severed all links
from my public profile to this (and that other site); cut to avoid unwanted
attention. So if you're reading this and you're not me, welcome to the select
few. HAHAHA!!! This is my way of self-expression and therapy. (Like thinking
aloud or speaking one’s mind, comparatively.)
Personally speaking, I become
restless when I bottle up my feelings, especially strong ones. To deal with these
kinds of suppression, others do sports; write poems/stories; hunt game (rare in
our country) or worse, drink booze (and make a mess of themselves). This is my
version of that. If a conversation isn't happening because the person/situation
does not allow it, how does one go about that?
If I'm elated, I can't help but
show; if I'm sad, maybe I'll amuse myself. So there is still an element of confidentiality.
Hahaha… But I don't spill the beans on others’ important secrets here. Only my
own self-admission of flaws. It's more like inaudibly talking to myself while
directing the subject to an (un-/well-)known recipient. So let them laugh if
they think it's silly. They’ve got their own (socially-awkward) imperfections
to deal with, anyway. I’ll laugh back at them. HAHAHA!!!
I know… that’s a lot of parentheses.
HAHAHA!!!
This is me.